Here at FilmDrunk, we're such huge fans of that old comedy trope of the family pet covering his eyes with his paws - usually in response to some slapstick hijinks unfolding before him - that when people can catch their pet in the act, they send the pictures to me.

Early this morning, I was awoken by three consecutive wall thumps coming from my crawl space, which, as you all know, is the signal from our video editor, Oliver Noble, that he's completed a new supercut.

You might remember the other day when I posted a quote from Albert Books telling Adam Carolla about one of his least favorite screenwriting tics -- when characters constantly, unrealistically address each other by name, just so we don't forget their names.

I guess our video editor, Oliver Noble, felt bad for his last mash up, The Golden Age of Broad Smacking (which featured, among other things, Ronald Reagan slappin' down a bitch like she was Granada), because he just made this one, featuring various womyn exercising their discontent with patriarchal oppression through righteous groin punts (this is his second compilation of nutshots, in case you were keeping score).

In today's supercut, we take a look back on a bygone era of cinema, a time not so long ago when the obvious solution to a woman crying, shouting, pouting, dallying, grinning, gossiping, talking, knitting, having her period, attempting to make eye contact, or presenting your sandwich without the proper deference, was a firm slap across the mouth.

As you've no doubt heard by now, Gilbert Gottfried
And that is to say nothing of the EVEN MORE obvious fact that anyone who knows anything about Gilbert Gottfried knows that 85% of the man's career is making insensitive jokes.